57 kilometers southeast of Asiala—outskirts of Hill Forest
In a hidden cave, Moss gazed at the white mist that had yet to disperse outside.
"It's safe here for now. I lured the nearby goblins to the other side of the mountain, so we have plenty of time to rest for a while."
She turned to the five people sitting on the ground and said with a soft laugh.
As soon as she finished speaking, the utterly exhausted Enrique finally couldn't hold out any longer and collapsed onto the ground.
"Hooray! We can finally rest!"
After dodging more than a dozen waves of wandering goblin groups, they had covered nearly a quarter of the distance to their mission target in just four hours.
From morning until nearly noon...
Fifty-seven kilometers!
Even without any intense battles, the sheer difficulty of traveling at that pace was already three times that of a forced march.
Even though these people were all Gold-grade adventurers, they were starting to find it a little too much.
Although they weren't as exhausted as Enrique, who had collapsed directly onto the ground, the others all let out a collective sigh of relief upon hearing that they were safe.
However, there was one exception.
"Wow~ How amazing, little Molly~! What kind of magic is this? Or is it some kind of special ability?"
Suddenly, a series of rapid exclamations erupted beside them.
Moss's smile instantly stiffened. Even the Slime that had been perched on her shoulder was startled by a large face suddenly leaning close and shrank into her snow-white hair.
However, Lizbea, who had been holding it in for several hours, paid no attention to any of that. She grabbed Moss and began firing off questions excitedly without pause.
"You used magic through Slime again this time, right? Is